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Salon buddies for @favoriteanalyst

It started about a few months ago. Loki needed to relax after making the mistake of spending his winter holidays with his 'family' (which ended in another spectacular fight with Odin that resulted in one broken window and a lost snow globe Loki has thrown through said broken window), but his normal esthetician was booked solid for the next year and couldn't fit him in outside of his own pre-scheduled appointments no matter how much money he offered to throw at her. Wanda was the best in the city, probably the whole country, so it made sense, but there's still the issue of Loki needing something to relieve his tension so he didn't strangle his paralegals. The thought crossed his mind of setting up a tindr profile for a quick fuck, but he isn't in law school anymore and that was just a disaster waiting to happen.

Wanda saves him from making a bad decision by texting him the information for another technician she helped train. She claims he's new, but very talented, which he figures will do in a pinch. The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full salon under new management. Despite the clunky UI, he's able to schedule an appointment for a basic manicure the very next day with the young man Wanda had told him about.

Casey is a nice young man. Not anywhere as skilled as Wanda, but his nails come out looking acceptable with their basic black polish and the hand massage he gets to begin with is utterly divine. He doesn't go into detail about his family problems, but the other gets the gist that the holidays were strained and is more than willing to play the oh-so-important role of listening ear even if his platitudes do ring a little hollow.

When the appointment is over, Casey hands him a card for a free deep conditioning treatment or 30 minute shoulder massage.

"These are really just for family and friends," he explains, "but you really seem like you need something to help you relax." He thinks about declining, but decides it isn't polite and takes the card anyway before handing the young man a $400 tip.

The stern looking woman at the front desk gives him a serious look as Casey nearly passes out in the background. "I'm going to be checking those to make sure they're real."

"But of course, I would expect nothing less." His usual winning smile does nothing to lighten her glare as she rings him out. She asks if he wants to use the card to schedule something today. Why not? It's a charming establishment and he has some free time coming up.

The masseuse the card is good for, Bee, is apparently booked solid for the next month, but the stylist, Mobius, just had a cancellation in the following week that fit perfectly in his schedule.

That appointment was the beginning of the end for Loki.

So in he walks six months later, having ditched his normal high-end stylist for a middle-aged man who looks like he works in a cubicle rather than a up-and-coming salon. It isn't his normally scheduled appointment, but his cases have been crazy and Thor just left for his "journey of self-discovery" aka backpacking across Europe, so all of Odin's attention is now on his youngest.

Joy.

If Loki were the sentimental type, he'd think it a shame that the lobby area of a salon is more comfortable for him than his childhood home.

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He leans over Loki, kissing up his back, light bites along his shoulder. "You're gonna feel so much more." Even though some of what Loki says and sounds feels just a little over the top, in spite of the promise that it's genuine. It still works through Mobius' body. Not unaffected by the praise in return.

"You want to watch?" When he at last pulls his fingers free. Moves just enough that it won't take much movement of Loki's head to have a good view of Mobius stroking himself with more lube, a prep for himself. He does it for longer than necessary, just to have a show, just to force Loki to wait just a little more. "Tell me you're ready." He knows Loki is. He wants to hear it.

Loki gives a slight whimper at the emptiness when Mobius removes his fingers. He knows whats coming next, but he can't help but hate the loss in the short interum. As prompted, Loki turns his head as far as he can to watch hungrily as Mobius spreads lube over his hard dick. If there were any part of his brain that wasn't solely focused on getting fucked at that point, the sight of his thick shaft hard and ready to wreck Loki, would have pushed it out of his mind.

When he asks, Loki nods quickly. "Yes, I'm ready. You prepped me so good now please fuck me!"

He gives Loki's ass another smack before deciding, yeah, that's asking nicely, and even Mobius doesn't want to drag this out anymore. One hand spreads Loki while the other lines himself up, and as much as Loki wants a hard fuck, he's going to be steady when he pushes in. The tightness around him makes him rumble a low pleased sound as he sinks himself in until he's fully seated in Loki, hands gripping hips none too gently.

"Like that?"

It's slower than he thought he wanted, but as Mobius slides into him, Loki finds it's perfect. The slow push lets him savor every moment of stretch, every bit of heat that enters him until Mobius's hips are flush with his. His moan is long and low as his eyes roll back in ecstasy. He almost doesn't even notice the painful grip on his hip.

It doesn't take him long to adjust. After only a moment he's looking back over his shoulder, pupils completely dilated with lust.

"Move." It's more a plea than a demand.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Hell, that look is really all he needs. Even just the sensation. Mobius moves, still as steady as he can make it but picking up the speed. One deep thrust after another, right to the hilt, the sound of skin on skin as he dives into fucking Loki properly. It doesn't take too long for him to speed up further, holding Loki tight at the hip, pulling him back as he pushes forward to meet him, and drinking in every noise his partner makes.

Each thrust punches another moan out of Loki, every part of him feels like it's on fire in the best possible way. As Mobius speeds up his moans are interspersed with the occasional expletive. One particularly hard thrust angles just right and Loki sees stars.

"There! Sh-shit, right there! Feel-ah!-so good, Mobius don't stop, fuck!" He's been close almost since they started, but he feels himself tipping nearer and nearer to climax with each thrust, but for once he finds himself holding back rather than chasing the high, not wanting it to end just yet.

Whatever potential embarrassment there might be at the idea of being overheard, it's overridden by just how hot Loki's sounds are, just how good it is to know he's doing that good of a job.

He slides a hand down Loki's back until he can wind fingers into his hair, and tugs. "C'mon, Loki, you beautiful thing," he grunts out. "Fuck, you feel so good, I can barely stand it."

It's hard to say if it's the hair pulling or being called a 'beautiful thing' that sends him over the edge. All Loki knows is that he's moaning Mobius' loudly and having one of the hardest orgasms of his life completely untouched.

"Don't stop! Keep going, want to feel you inside me, fuck, fuck. FUCK!"

He can hear Loki loud and clear but feel him come as well. "Oh fuck, Loki, I'm gonna fill you up, fuck."

And he will. He'll savor this feeling, savor Loki and everything about him, as he builds up to the highest peak--and slams himself deep into Loki and stays there. His body folds over his boyfriend's, chest pressed to back, a breathless and strangled sound pressed against his shoulder. His hips move after a few moments, a few shallower, stuttery thrusts, and muffles some of his moans by biting Loki's shoulder a few more times. Not with the same kind of sharp pressure to leave lasting marks but enough to certainly feel a sting.

He only is able to find some words when he finally sits back to pull out. "Wanna see how gorgeous you are." Wants to see how absolutely wrecked Loki looks, really.

Loki slumps down onto the bed without Mobius' holding him in place anymore. His shoulder and hips sting deliciously and he can feel the warm seed leaking out of him as he manages to roll onto his side. His pale, sweat slicked chest heaves with every breath as he stares up at Mobius with unfocused eyes.

"Fuck, that was amazing."

"You're amazing." Insisted before he swoops (trying not to flop on him, really) to kiss Loki fervently. Needing him to know the honesty of the statement but in the most physical way possible right now.

Loki's arms snake around Mobius's neck as he leans down for a kiss, pulling the man to lay beside him.

"No you," he murmurs into the lazy, blissed out kiss.

"Mmm, you." Not a good argument, as he does flop this time beside Loki, an arm loosely around him to keep some of that physical connection. A cleanup can wait a hot minute.

"Both of us." Loki mutters as he curls as tightly as possible into Mobius' chest. He's warm and content, skin still tingling from orgasm. The mess will start to bug him here in a minute, but for now he feels he could lay here tucked up next to his boyfriend forever.

"Both of us. Yeah, I'll take that." If Loki's gonna cuddle like that, he'll kiss atop his head. "You did so well. You were so good for me. And I'm gonna guess I beat out a dildo, huh?"

A pleasant shiver runs through him at the praise. Loki knows he did well, he always does well. He's had way to much sex to not be good at it by this point. But hearing Mobius say it is another thing entirely.

"Not even a competition. That silly piece of plastic can't compare in the slightest."

"Glad to hear it." And he is! Not that he thought Loki would say otherwise, just, y'know. A little ego stroking doesn't hurt.

"Gonna help get you cleaned up here in a minute. And you need a drink after that. Of water. Some balm, too, probably. For the scratches. Wasn't too rough on you, was I?"

Face still pressed into Mobius' chest, Loki shakes his head. "Mmm perfect. Felt amazing. Still feels amazing." Though that clean up and water is starting to sound better and better the more the high of great sex wears off.

"Should I wait for the buzz to wear off?" Because it isn't like he isn't buzzing too. Been a while since he's gone that hard with someone he genuinely enjoys spending time with in and out of bed. Loki seems particularly cozy right where he's at, though, and like a cat that's curled in your lap trapping you for all eternity, he'd hate to break the moment.

Loki makes a sort of reluctant noise and sits up slowly.

"We should clean off before it starts to dry. Don't want to snuggle you in a sticky bed." Because honestly if he waits much longer he might just fall asleep. He's woken up in such situations before and it's never a pleasant experience.

"Alright. Let me help you out."

Even if he would definitely rather just be curled in bed fading into a rest. He pads to the bathroom for some washcloths, damp with warm water. Detours to the fridge for a bottle of water, then sits on the edge of the bed handing both over to Loki.

"Seems like a little patience didn't kill you after all," he teases.

While Mobius is up, Loki strips the soiled comforter off the bed. Luckily the blankets and sheets underneath weren't damp as well so they can at least sleep here tonight. He'll just leave a bigger tip for the housekeeping for having to deal with the mess.

He accepts the washcloth and water bottle gratefully, taking a sip before starting to clean himself up.

"I think we'll need to see a few more examples before we can say for certain. This was just the once, after all."

He's gentle on himself, but the cloth is soft enough not to be too harsh on his spent and sensitive cock. Another shower might be in order, but--perhaps first thing in the morning. He's content to watch Loki and lean in to kiss him on the shoulder. Not on one of the bites.

"We're gonna have a lot to experiment with," he rumbles, breaking out into a satisfied grin. "We'll have to set some play dates."

"I look forward to it." Loki's as clean as he's going to get without a shower, but he's entirely too worn out for that now. Instead he lays back on the clean bed, gently tugging Mobius to lay next to him.

"There's so much I want to do with you. For you."

He lets himself get tugged and guided, and his arms easily go around Loki to hold him close. If a little gingerly for the scratches and other such minor wounds.

"For me?" he echoes. "You're a very giving type, aren't you."

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